That night, all the joys were gone. Liu Chenlong and Yang Rizhao thanked Deva's father and fellow villagers, and repeatedly explained to them that they would like to go to the "Qi" and back mountain in Luo Dahai tomorrow. After no longer having to trouble them with any reception, several people brought them to the guest room prepared for them. Qi Feng was already asleep at this time, and the two of them had a 70% or 80% alcoholic feeling, so they asked several Miao villagers to take them to the floor shop next to the kang to "President Bao". Next to the fire pit was the place where the Miao family set up spiritual seats to worship their ancestors. Inviting guests to sleep on the floor shop next to the kang, which means letting guests sleep with the heroic spirits of the host's ancestors, which is great respect. Of course, guests cannot call this "Sleeping Shop".

Liu Chenlong and Yang Rizhao didn't understand either, but they were also people who were at ease with each other and would not want to climb onto the bed. The two thanked the Miao people, sent them away separately, and then took them off.

Liu Chenlong said to Yang Rizhao: "Brother Yang, it seems that that 're indeed' is indeed a bit strange!"

Yang Rizhao was a little dizzy at this time and replied in a silence: "Yes, I'll know if I'll go over and take a look tomorrow!"

Liu Chenlong pondered: "I remember once I talked to Brother Wang about Luo Dahai's "confirm" matters. Brother Wang said at that time that demolishing the house of the "confirm" nine families in Luo Dahai is one of the main purposes of his investment plan. Could it be that "confirm" house? Brother Yang? Brother Yang?" He couldn't get an answer for a while, so he turned his head and looked at it. However, Yang Rizhao was drunk and had already fallen asleep.

Liu Chenlong shrugged. Although he had a little drunkenness, he did not feel like sleeping immediately. He habitually gathered the handprint of "Immortality of Buddha". After a while, not only did he completely disappear, but he also felt full of energy and full of energy.

That day, he felt as if he had entered the realm of the first level of the Tibetan Vajra Seal in the Tibetan Realm, but he was a little unbelievable that he had crossed two realms at once. But today he tried it, the "Immortality of Buddha" hand seal alone was so special that he had achieved was incomparable to his past. Only then did he realize that his skills had increased greatly, and he couldn't help but feel in a good mood.

He was even more worried about sleeping, looked at Yang Rizhao, gently pushed open the door and walked out.

The villagers of Miao Village had the habit of going to bed early. Today, most of them were busy all day and had drunk alcohol. At this time, the whole village had basically fallen asleep. There were very few street lights in the village, and the lights in the residents were turned off again. There was only a faint moon hanging in the sky. Liu Chenlong took a long breath, and a cool and quiet feeling hugged his heart, and he couldn't help but feel a little drunk.

He walked in the village, listening to the sound of his footsteps echoing gently in the long night, and he didn't feel like he was home. After all, only in his home can he walk around so late in the middle of the night without any reason. No matter where he travels all over the world, only home is the place where he always knows how to tolerate himself the most. Liu Chenlong couldn't help but think of the group of people who raised him. Mr. Liu was gone, but those villagers are still there, just like these villagers, simple, poor but self-sufficient, and happy. If it weren't for King Gangji Jiacuo's death instructions, he wouldn't care about this acting secretary of the county party committee or the county magistrate. He went straight back two years ago after the aid to Tibet end, and it would be a happy place to be a small township chief in his hometown.

Unfortunately, after the migration began, these cute Miao villagers didn’t know if they could maintain such simple living habits?

Liu Chenlong shook his head immediately. He also knew that this was actually a false problem. The living environment in the city would indeed be a little more diverse than here. But the rhythm and interpersonal relationships in the city would no longer be as simple and natural as in the villages, even if Yanhai was just a small county town. In the past, he always convinced himself that helping the Miao elders move and helping them get out of the mountains. Even if they were not used to it for a while, it would be a matter of benefiting the present and the future.

Therefore, he never had any doubts about the right or wrong of this practice. But he suddenly felt a little confused when walking alone on the peaceful Miao Village road in this long water-like night. Perhaps moving all the young and old Miao villages to the suburbs will make their children live better in the standards of secular life than those who make a living by farming and hunting in Miao Villages, but is it really what these Miao Village elders want to give up such a happy life for this?

"Hehe", Liu Chenlong chuckled twice.

I really thought too much, but now that things have come to this point, what’s the point? The migration plan has become a foregone conclusion. Even if I regret it at this time, I don’t have the ability to change anything.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little moved in his heart. For more than a month, things have been one after another. It has been a long time since he was so thoughtful. At this time, he calmed down and suddenly felt that these things were linked one by one, as if something was driving the operation behind him.

"Did the Dharma King let himself come to this place that day because he expected today?" Liu Chenlong pondered, turned a road under his feet, but he left the "Quo" of Deva's father, and turned on a dirt road with bamboos on both sides. The three "Quo" in the Miao village were separated by a short distance from each other, and there was a small path in the middle. Liu Chenlong sniffed the fragrance of the bamboo and stopped, thinking about whether he was going to turn back, but suddenly he heard a faint sound of the vague reed sacred sound.

Liu Chenlong couldn't help but wonder that Lusheng is one of the most popular folk instruments of the Miao people. The Miao language is called Gadou, Gajie, Gadong, and Gazheng. It has a history of thousands of years. Miao people always play Lusheng during festivals and celebrations. Today, when they welcome Liu Chenlong and others at the entrance of the village, they use Lusheng to play the guest song. It was normal to hear someone playing Lusheng in Miao villages, but in such a time when everything is full, there are still people who are not afraid of clamoring for others and playing Lusheng, which is a bit strange.

Liu Chenlong was fine anyway, so he walked with all his heart, following the sound. His six senses were keen. He listened to the song of the reeds under the moonlight, smelled the fragrance of bamboo, and walked slowly. It was also a unique feeling, but the reeds were blowing, but the tone gradually turned sad.

The Miao people have no words for a long time. Their history has been passed down in the form of songs. Thousands of years of war and migration have made Miao songs often full of miserable expressions. Before liberation, in festive festivals like "trampling on the Flower Mountain", the Miao people also "songs are so miserable". However, in recent years, as the lives of the Miao people gradually stabilized, and with the development of folk customs and scenic spots in various governments, the Miao people's tunes in festival performances and welcomes guests have mostly been replaced with cheerful music. Although this Miao village in Yanhai County still preserves many ancient styles of the Miao people, after all, some Miao people come to the local area to make pilgrimage every year, so the ancient songs have changed a lot, and there are few such sad tones.

Liu Chenlong walked along the sound for a while, and unknowingly turned into another settlement. In a daze, he seemed to feel that something was touched in his heart. Many things emerged, but he couldn't explain what he specifically. Just then, the tune of Lu Sheng suddenly changed and became even lower. The sorrow seemed to be telling the owner's depressed sorrow and distress. Liu Chenlong suddenly saw a flash in front of him, as if he was suddenly in an ancient battlefield with thousands of troops, with tall maple trees everywhere, all over the sky and the earth

There was a blood-red dance, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a maple leaf or a warrior's blood. A tall hero was surrounded in the middle, and the enemy rushed over like a tide, swords and swords were like forests, flesh and blood were flying everywhere, and the hero roared to the sky with grief and anger. In the soft and gentle reed sing, Liu Chenlong felt the golden swords and iron horses, and his blood was boiling. The feeling was so real that Liu Chenlong could almost truly feel the indomitable and indignant in the heart of the hero, and he couldn't help but scream "ah".
Chapter completed!